As soon as the young man finished shouting, he hurriedly turned his head to kill the endless decapitated ghosts.
Because in this brief moment of his distraction.
More decapitated ghosts approached him.
At this time, the middle-aged woman could no longer hear the words of the young man.
Already isolated, the young man, who was constantly killing a large number of headless ghosts, thought that something happened to the middle-aged woman, so he looked over anxiously.
Of course he wasn't concerned about the safety of the middle-aged woman.
Instead, he feared for his own life.
One more person died, one less manpower, and one less chance for him to escape from this ferocious ghost village.
As a result, when he turned his head, he saw the middle-aged woman standing there intact, and even looked very energetic on her face.
Especially the wound in front of the chest, a layer of spiritual power film was raised, sealing the wound and all the blood vessels in the wound, and there was no blood spilled all over the place as imagined.
"This this… "
For a while, the young man felt that his brain was not enough, and he was a little dumbfounded looking at the strange picture in front of him.
"You can absorb and refine the chaotic Yin Qi in my body. What kind of ability did you awaken after the spiritual energy revived?"
The middle-aged woman felt her body was fine and exclaimed.
"Auntie, why is your face so red?" Fangzheng looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him strangely.
"Forget it, this matter is trivial. The most important thing for us now is to fight together to get out of the siege of these fierce ghosts?"
"There are so many decapitated ghosts, they can be resurrected infinitely, and they can't be killed. If we rely on our own strength alone, we will end up here alive and exhausted."
Ah...
Aunt…
The originally grateful eyes of the middle-aged woman suddenly turned into a pair of mourning.
Both of them knew the situation was critical.
This is not the time to care about these trivial matters.
Immediately into the battlefield.
However, the young man's wild thoughts were quickly interrupted by the big movement behind him.
They are now carrying coffins in a cemetery in the mountains, not in a ghost village. The ghost village far down the mountain that was just razed to the ground by the Japanese tour envoys has recovered its appearance as a complete village.
Boom!
A cloud of exploding mushrooms soared into the sky, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the ghost village was bulldozed again.
I don't know.
Soon after, the ghost village came back to life.
After doing this several times, the ghost village can always be restored, just like the dead villagers in the Duantou village before them, they can be resurrected infinitely.
No matter how many pieces it is broken into, it can always be revived.
No matter how you fight or how you kill, you won't be able to kill him.
Immortal.
Unlimited recovery.
Seeing that even the ghost village is like this, the three of them had their surprise written on their faces.
I feel a little tingling in the back of my head.
"Hey, what the hell kind of place is this place! It's fine with the unkillable ferocious ghosts, why is there an unkillable ghost village!"
"Could it be that this ghost village is already alive! Has it changed from a dead thing to a living thing!"
The young man's face was ashen, and his eyes were staring at the ghost village that was being restored again and again at the foot of the mountain. In his eyes, there was a deep chill and fear.
"If even the Japanese envoys can't do anything about this place, and even the Japanese envoys can't kill the empress, we are doomed, we are all going to die here!"
At this moment, the young man is as desperate as ever, and has lost his fighting spirit.
Even the expression on the middle-aged woman's face was not much better.
Only Fangzheng has not given up!
Huodura knife technique!
The light and cold light of the knife circled the shadow of the knife all over the sky. In just a short moment, ninety-nine and eighty-one knives were swiftly slashed out. The son cleared out a large vacuum area from the decapitated ghost in front of him.
At this moment, Fangzheng has become a single rock in Wang Yangli who dares to compete with the world for his destiny. He is tenacious and unyielding.
Step by step, he went down the mountain firmly.
The most powerful empress has been held back by the Japanese envoy.
Fangzheng has no fear.
The only thing he has to do now.
Just get out of this damn place.
The sky is falling because there is a tall man holding it up.
Looking at Fangzheng who hadn't given up hope of life, the young man and the middle-aged woman gritted their teeth, and hurriedly followed the short-lived vacuum zone that was being cleared up, and turned their backs.
Among the three of them, Fang Zheng was the real main force in purging ghosts.
He handed his back to the two people behind him.
The Chiyang saber box with cinnabar ink lines in his left hand, and the ghost-headed sword with killing karma in his right hand, he smashed left and right, and exerted force from left to right. Can't be myself.
Is this guy still human
The same is the realm of night tour envoys.
This gap is so big that it makes them afraid.
Could it be that at such a young age, he is already in the late stage of Night Traveler? The more you think about it, the more shocked looks on their faces.
But this also gave them hope that they could rush out today.
"You seem to know the Queen here very well? Tell me in detail what the Queen is. You just mentioned that the Queen is a mountain god? But Master Xuanling denied that the Queen is not a mountain god."
"The rhetoric of the two parties is contradictory."
It was Fangzheng who spoke, asking the two people behind him.
Fangzheng has always been curious about the situation of Duantou Village. Since he couldn't get the answers he wanted from indirect answers from Butcher Zhang and Master Xuanling, he felt that the two people in front of him had found Duantou Village before him, so they must have learned more about it.
Neither of them could see the expression on the face of Fang Zhengzheng, who was standing in front of him under the greatest pressure. They could only see the back of MT Fangzheng, who was silently cutting through thorns and thorns.
The young man lost too much blood and was weak, so it was inconvenient for him to speak, so the middle-aged woman answered Fang Zheng's questions next.
Then it will be supplemented by youth.
In fact, the two of them didn't know much, but they both mentioned a word...
(end of this chapter)